I’m pretty sure that these are words that no mother wants to hear:
“Mum I’m a streetwalker!”
And yet – that is exactly what I told my mother, many years ago …
How I Became a Streetwalker
The year was 1980.
I was 13 years old, and had successfully auditioned for the chorus of our high school musical, Guys and Dolls.
But I was hungry for the limelight. I didn’t want to be an anonymous face in the crowd, so when I heard that they needed two chorus members to play streetwalkers in the opening scene, I put my hand up.
To be honest, I don’t think I had any real clue as to what a streetwalker actually was. Nor the other euphemism which was bandied about: “ladies of the night”.
It all sounded incredibly glamourous to me. All I knew was that I was terribly excited about my costume: a sexy red dress, with fishnet stockings and shiny black high heels!
Can you imagine what my poor mother must have thought, when I excitedly announced that I was to play the part of a streetwalker in the school play?!
Strutting My Stuff on Stage
I was on stage for all of two minutes.
My friend and I had to walk arm in arm across the stage, stopping midway to chat to one of the “Guys”. She dropped her handkerchief, and while the guy bent over to retrieve it, I lifted his pocket watch from his back trouser pocket, before dangling it high in front of the audience.
Naturally it got a good laugh and I relished my moment in the limelight.
Now though? It’s a bit of a giggle really, and maybe a bit cringe worthy – I was so naive!
What’s the most shocking thing you ever said to your mum – intentionally or otherwise?!
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